Your Ride Poem by Kathie Donaldson
Your Ride
A red pickup passes.
My heart skips a beat or two.
For just a fleeting moment
I wonder if it's you.
How long will this feeling last?
When will it subside?
Why do I still look for you?
I know that you died.
Your truck seemed like a part of you.
You drove it with such pride.
I believe I'll never stop.
I'll look for you inside.
It will always be your ride.
When a red pickup passes
My heart will skip a beat or two.
For just a fleeting moment
I'll wonder if it's you.
Your son is safe now and I am sure he is looking out for his mother.....very nice poem.
This poem is written in memory of my son, Korey who died November 21,2005.He drove a 94 Chevy pickup.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 5:21:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh My Gosh... This write really brings tears to my eyes. I'm so sorry of your loss. My boyfriend drives a red pickup, now I'll be thinking about this forever! I'm so sorry again. It was a very beautiful write. It would sound wonderful sung. Maybe you should sing it. Reminds me of 'Cats in the Cradle'